This afternoon, I walked to San Telmo, an upper class area until the last century when yellow fever appeared. It then became a lower class area (of course) and is supposed to be the birth place of Tango.
I always considered Tango as the ultimate test of the woman’s patience in a couple. I did try in Switzerland, turned up at a lesson, found a partner, and did not understand anything about the rhythm.
After half a dozen times the poor girl broke her collar-bone riding a snowboard. What a dangerous sport. I told her to keep in touch and contact me once it had healed.
She never did. And I persevered… with Salsa.
Oops, back to the main story. San Telmo is a nice break from busy Central Buenos Aires, with paved streets and loads of Antique stalls on Sundays. On the main square, there were Tango demonstrations. I was really impressed by these dancers, their look, their moves. Wonderful. I was kind of jealous. Maybe I’ll try again, if I find a very patient partner… A bon entendeur!